Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2302

Just as Anthony took a few steps, he recalled something. “This can't be right. Didn't General Jablonski mention that he'll be fetching us tomorrow to Xendale?”

“Ah, yes! Forget the air ticket, then. We'll travel light.”

“Okay.” With that said, Anthony bolted off to make the necessary preparations.

Francesca, in turn, jotted down all thirteen sets of contact numbers before closing the ledger and placing it into the safe. Following that, she returned to her room to wash up.

Out of the blue, Layla's words rang in her mind. ”No matter how capable we are, Francesca, there's always a limit to what we can do by ourselves. You have to pick up more skills to protect yourself.”

Those words had never made sense to Francesca in the past. She had always frowned upon social butterflies, for she reckoned that she would never ever have to deign to beg others.

Yet, right then, she gradually saw the light. She knew that she had to become stronger, by hook or by crook, because only then would she be able to protect her loved ones.

Back when Ms. Layla was put to death, I couldn't even do anything to fight back. But now, I know I can't stay like this anymore. I must go all out to save Mr. Lincoln's life, and I'll be Danrique's strongest pillar of support!

Meanwhile, Danrique was awakened by a loud rumble. As he opened his eyes, he kept calling out to Sean.

A few minutes later, Sean finally rushed in. Instead of turning on the light, he said in a hushed tone, “Mr. Lindberg, we've been spotted by the helicopter from the military.”

Danrique gritted his teeth in fury. “Not bad for a silly old bugger. He even dispatched the military to track me down so brazenly.”

“Should we retreat, Mr. Lindberg?” asked Sean softly. “I'm worried he might send someone here for an assassination.”

As soon as he said that, an explosion rang out from outside.

Sean's visage did a one-eighty at that. He dashed toward the window and glanced out to check, only to find that the courtyard walls had tumbled. Worse still, dozens of military jeeps were forcing their way inside.

Considering the immense formation, the president must really want Danrique dead.

During the interim, some of Danrique's subordinates had already charged forward to hinder the enemies while the others stayed behind at the villa as backups.

“Fall back!”

Rising to his feet, Danrique put on his jacket and grabbed his rifle before spearheading the retreat with Sean and the rest under the cover of his subordinates. In actuality, Danrique had planned beforehand and planted a time bomb somewhere in the villa. Right when all of them got out of the villa, the bomb was detonated.

A deafening sound reverberated through the air.

More than half of the president's henchmen were annihilated, and many of them were seriously wounded, leaving their remaining unharmed allies vulnerable.

Stepping away from the fiery flames and smoking ground, Danrique looked nothing less than a devil from six feet under.

At that point in time, it was about five in the morning. The once quiet and serene atmosphere of the villa had since been disrupted by explosions and gunshots. Even the birds and other wildlife in the forest ran for their lives.

As the convoy of the Lindberg family slowly set off, the subordinates all kept their guard up, fearing that there might be an ambush along the way.

It was then that Sean summoned Gordon over the phone and requested reinforcements.

Everyone had their hands full except for Danrique. Only he looked as calm as a millpond, staring out the window.

While they were going down the hill, brilliant rays appeared in the distant sky. It was as though the morning sun was cheering for them.

Just then, Sean gingerly put forward an inquiry. “Where are we going now, Mr. Lindberg?” Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Home,” replied Danrique with absolute resolution.

“Huh?” Sean thought his ears were playing tricks on him. The president has already come at us in broad daylight, and yet, here we are, heading home at a time like this? We'll only be getting ourselves killed!

“With honor,” added Danrique.

He looked ahead, his gaze reflecting his firm resolve.

“Understood.” Sean dared not probe further. Immediately, he informed the drivers to bring them home.

Those bodyguards had been wandering outside under Danrique's lead for more than a month. They were all overjoyed to know that they could finally be reunited with their families.

No matter what lay ahead of their journey, they were willing to follow Danrique to death.

It did not take long before Gordon arrived with his men to gather with Danrique's group.

With that, the entire convoy made a beeline for Lindberg Castle. Danrique made a phone call, and soon enough, quite a few drones came flying in their direction, recording the party's return and broadcasting the video.

The title was simple, reading: Mr. Lindberg's homecoming!